And now, another episode of ridiculous conversations heard only here:

Me: “Do you know if we have any potting soil, Annabelle?”

Anna: “I didn’t know we needed to re-pot anything…”

Me: “We don’t. I just want to pour some dirt on the floor…”

Anna (without¬† pause): “Oh, okay. There might be some in the broom closet.”

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